Being Home

by Jay Alan Henderson

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Barbara Jo Anderson
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Barbara Jo Anderson This song takes us back to when the days mattered the most to us , as children and now as adults. To enjoy the simple things in life , also to love our self's. Not to mention Jay was our class mate for many years. Favorite track: It's Good to be Home.
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released October 17, 2013

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Jay Alan Henderson Salt Lake City, Utah

Singer, Songwriter, Father, Grandfather, Husband. Yeah that's me.

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Track Name: It's Good to be Home
It's good to be home. God knows I've missed you.
When I'm on the road, I've turned to kiss you.
But your not there and I'm all alone.
Every night when I say my prayers, I'm thinking of home.

It's good to be home in this mountain valley.
I missed my friends but mostly my family.
I love the children and the grand kids too.
But most of all, it seems to me, that I miss you

I miss the smile in your eyes when I'm away.
I miss the funny things you do, everyday.
When you kneel down by our bed and slowly bow your head;
That's the time when I am sure I'm not alone.

It's good to be home.

It's good to be home. I'm sitting here in my old chair
This house made of stone; it's better than anywhere.
Surrounded be memories and the blessings too.
Whenever I'm home, I'm never along cause I have you...

You are the one who turns my night back into days.
You hold my heart in your hand.
Every now and then, there's nothing for me to say.
Except that I'll always be your man.

Now it's time. I'm boarding that silver wing.
You're standing there crying. It's tugging on my heart strings
But I gotta go. Back on the road.
God I swear...

I'm coming home again.

I'm coming home again.

I'm coming home again.
Track Name: Let Him Dream
The old man is crazy.
Just look in his eyes.
The sun makes him lazy.
As it sets in the sky.

He dreams of a women.
That he once knew.
Hair of gold.
And her eyes so blue.

Smoky old bar rooms.
Whiskey and rye.
His constant companion.
Since she said goodbye.

He sees her. He needs her
He breathes her. In his dreams.
He talks to her. There's no answer.
Just the old man and his dream.

Days without promise.
Nights without end.
His own doubting Thomas.
The drinks his best friend.

Searching his memory.
For someone he knew.
Clouded by whiskey.
He can not see through.

His eyesight is failing.
His heart's filled with scars
He sits on his barstool.
And lays his head on the bar.

And he sees her. And he needs her
He breathes her. In his dreams.
He talks to her. There's no answer.
Just the old man, so it seems...

He's the old man.
At the end of the bar...

Let him dream.

Let him dream.

Let him dream.
Track Name: Mandolin
She was the new girl, the talk of the town.
He was an old hand at getting around.
He had those flash-in eyes; an unforgettable chin.
Somehow she new with his eyes of blue, she would marry him.

He'd heard about her, from an old friend.
He knew he'd love her right to the end.
She always made him smile with all of her rhymes.
He was so sure their love would endure till the end of time.

And when he played his mandolin,
She'd fall in love with him again.
They'd sing of love and life,
While playing his mandolin.

He built their old home with his bare hands.
Even as lovers they remained friends.
Those were some hard times but their love was so strong.
They took a chance on life's romance; it lasted long.

And with the children grown and grand kids around.
He knew he'd never known a sweeter sound;
Than when she called his name, for the very first time.
He'd sing that song and she'd hum along just like in old times.

When he would play the mandolin,
She'd fall in love with him again.
They'd sing of love and life,
When he played his mandolin.

And when he played the mandolin,
She'd fall in love with him again.
They'd sing of love and life,
While playing...his mandolin.
Track Name: Another Day Gone
Another day gone by; another night spent alone.
Another hazy sky; I'm on the road.
Another unfamiliar sign on somebody else sacred ground.
Baby, I'm just marking time when you're not around.

This is my life, I chose too live.
Hand on the wheel and this guitar.
Singing my songs, it's all I have to give.
God, I hope it takes me far.

But so far...
It''s just taken me away from you.

Another hotel room; another smoky bar.
Another bluesy tune: I'm going far.
Another long long drive; far away from my home.
Baby, I may not survive this being alone.

This is my life, I chose too live.
Hand on the wheel and this guitar.
Singing my songs, it's all I have to give.
God, I hope it takes me far.

But so far...
It''s just taken me away from you.

Every night I sing my songs to a thousand smoky rooms.
Every morning you arise and I'm still not there with you.
And I know you want me home. If I could be, I'd be there too.
It's in my blood, it's in my bones; yes I know we're both alone,
But I must do what I must do...

Another day gone by; another night spent alone.
Another hazy sky; I'm on the road.
Another unfamiliar sign; on somebody else sacred ground.
Baby, I'm just marking time when you're not around.

This is my life; I chose too live.
Hand on the wheel and this guitar.
Singing my songs, it's all I have to give.
God, I hope it takes me far.

But so far...
It's just taken me away from you
Track Name: Ghost Chaser
You've always been such a cowboy.
I never want you to change.
You're still sitting tall in the saddle, I know;
With your hat turned down in the rain.

There's an orange desert sun setting over your head.
You're movin from town to town.
The ghosts ain't been there for many years,
But the cowboy is chasin them down.

Oh, cowboy,
Oh, my childhood friend
Oh, cowboy,
May your ghost chasin days never end.

We remember Papa, straight and tall.
Firm, gentle and wise.
His pipe on the table and when we were able,
We'd see him and love in his eyes.

I remember my momma said;
No matter where her daddy roamed.
A touch of his hand, a nod of his head;
Could make her feel like she had a home.

He'd sit for hours, playin those games.
Counting the cards one by one.
Tellin us tales of the wilds he'd tamed.
Papa, can you tell us another one.

The stories that I tell my children.
Are stories that my Grandpa told to me.
Cause he could spin a yarn as long as his arm;
The stories, they never grew old.

Oh, Papa
Oh, my childhood friend
Oh, Papa
May your ghost chasin days never end.

May your ghost chasin days never end.
Track Name: Weekend Musician
Weekend Musician, Music Man
Singing his songs and doing the best he can.
Wondering if anyone has ever heard...a single word.

He keeps his day job just to make ends meet.
He's got three kids; keeps shoes on their feet.
His wife she waits all along, for him to come home.

I know she loves me; wants me home tonight.
I know she needs me to keep her warm in the night.
But the music plays, I can't go home.
Just me and the boys stay-in up all alone.
I long to tell her I love her so; but I just can't go home.

I know she loves me; wants me home tonight.
I know she needs me to keep her warm in the night.
But the music plays, I can't go home.
Just me and the boys stay-in up all alone.
I long to tell her I love her so; but I just can't go home.

Not while the music plays...
I can't Home...
Not while the music plays...
I can't Home...